"Plant flowers in your heart"
The flower of Naraku in the abyss. A faint, rotten aroma. It's light, dark red again. Relatively blue, the sky used to be so beautiful. The past and the future have long since become hypocritical dancers. One side smiles at you, but the other side gives you despair. Looking at his fallen figure. Scattered. Turn into petals. In the air, slowly falling. Is the flames burning or the endless cold waiting. It doesn't matter anymore, just plant the flowers in your heart. Just like Naraku, turn into Shura.
Have you ever forgotten that the corpse was lying on the street? Countless chuckles. Who killed the mockingbird? It's me. Let's just get over it. The flower of power grows in this environment. Show another kind of beauty. Even a great musician can bury the countless noises in the world. Even, it can piece together beautiful music. Everything is so harmonious. Plant flowers in your heart, learn the tricks of power, and learn to hide in dark corners to peek at the world.
Is it hibiscus or corpse flower. Numbness, onlookers. The next day everyone in the city was watching. It was packed with people. Some are bloated. Some look like men but not women. Some people who are 1.46 meters in height are touting it. Later, the whole country paid attention. In a heated debate. In fact, this is exactly what it wants. The more debate there is, the more hype there is. In the end, the smell of rot spreads all over the world. Their purpose was achieved. Plant flowers in your heart and hate the things left behind. Like abscesses. No, its disgusting smell far outweighs its visual impact.
In this kind of space where ugliness and beauty are reversed. Flower of evil. On the contrary, you are more beautiful. In the rotten soil of the human heart. In fertilizer made of money. In the rain of fame and fortune. The oil in the ditch was scooped up repeatedly. Eat repeatedly. Just smell it once and never forget it. Plant flowers in your heart and hate this. This society likes to eat river crabs.
No suffering will destroy the path.